Category: THE KOOK DIARIES

THAT Downwind

A kitesurfer at Fishhoek had a four and a half meter kite up on the day of my first Miller’s Run. If you speak Kite (which I do, because I am the GOAT Kite Widow) it means that either the kitesurfer is the size of Tinkerbell or the wind is stronger than you can imagine. Anyway, the husband ID’d the…

Six Degrees of Kai Lenny

Did you know that when someone writes ‘an SUP’  it means  they say  Ess Yew Pea? Uh huh. Indefinite article vibes. Surfers of the lie-down-arm-paddle variety say Ess Yew Pea all the time.  And why is that a problem, you may ask? Well for starters I’ve noticed that sometimes it’s a teeny weeny clue that the person may have a bit of disdain…

The Kook Diaries Part 4. On biting off more than you can chew.

The ocean was glassy and inviting as I leapt  onto my 14 foot flat water racing SUP with glee. “To the lighthouse,” they said. “And back.” “It’s not that far,” I said to the husband, as we peered out across False Bay from Fish Hoek beach. “It’s like to the bridge and back at Kromme.” Right. Except Kromme is an…